Strange Words at Night

I'm not sure how I got to this link, but I did watch the game - it was a Seattle Seahawks vs Houston game - and the guy whose quote this is was talking about Earl Thomas, who is a beloved Free Safety for the Seahawks. Seahawks miraculously beat Texans 41-38; what the hell did I just watch? By  Jacson Bevens

The X-Files.  Not sure which episode or even which character.

Middle-aged men.

Imagine that your body has a bunch of policemen (they represent insulin). Now, if they're really good policemen, you only need a handful to deal with the bad guys (food) and put them where they need to go (muscle or energy). This represents high insulin sensitivity- a little goes a long way. Now lets suppose there's a crime wave (eating too much for too long) and so the police force increases a lot to deal with all the bad guys . Pretty soon they run out of normal jail space and have to put bad guys wherever they can (fat storage). When the crime wave stops, the police are all still there, and so when another bad guy comes in, they all go after it. Now imagine millions of policecars driving down a highway all going super fast to chase a handful of bad guys- there's going to be some damage done to the roads and buildings (this represents type-II diabetes or insulin resistance or metabolic syndrome). That's why consistently elevated insulin levels are not good. The i...

Saladin Ahmed's Twitter question   A strongly worded tweet to Kellogg's Cereal

Job interview interview tomorrow.  Feeling "less than" and trying to pump myself up.

A white Pottery Barn shower curtain.

I keep picking them up, forgetting they're not lit and take a few drags off of it - get bored of that, put it down in the ashtray and forget about it, then look over and think - Damn, I really need a cigarette. Then I repeat that process.

Guy sent me a picture of his bedroom, NO...no wait, that sounded wrong. Okay, by "guy" I mean, my son - but I didn't want to say that because THAT would be embarrassing.  And he sent me a picture of Christmas lights he'd hung up and somehow it came up that it would make a fantastic "smoke room" if the floor was covered entirely in fluffy pillows and fat kittens. And that is why the sentence in the title exists.

They are DEAD to me.  DEAD.  Except for two songs.   Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson And  Crash Into Me by Dave Matthews

That perfect "early Fall, moderately heavy rain that falls onto an old tin roof" sound.

The guy always does the inside curve, which is selfish and stupid, because they should be trying to throw the girl into them.

When you realize you're starting to have a panic attack, so you don't focus on sensations and then catastrophize them. 

 Some people are obsessed after having lost someone, so they obsess over something that reminds them of the lost person. It usually stems from not being able to accept loss or not understanding that many things in life cannot be forever. What drives an obsession is often the fact that you can’t have that person. That’s exactly what keeps someone totally bound to an ex-partner, or someone else’s husband, (or a big brother who moved away). Loneliness is also a big reason for obsession.

I love this idea.  We're talking about a massive room that we almost never use; it's' only true and reliable purpose is to store shit on the table.  Could it be better utilized if it were an "old person section?"  That's what I call an area in my house that's just comfortable, but tasteful, chairs with side tables, maybe a central round coffee table, plants, artwork, a couple of cats for window sill decoration, warmth, and comfort.  Couldn't dinner just be eaten there?

My son to our cat when the microwave beeped.

Wisdom from a 14 year old.

Applies to many things in life, but in this instance it was because someone's hands were cold.

Advice from a salon owner on how to get what you want. -S. Wright

Almost 50 years ago, as a 9 year old girl, I met an old woman for about 10 mins. and I have never forgotten her. We were visiting distant relatives in Scotland and driving near Ardtoe when my Uncle David stopped at a crofter’s cottage to buy fresh milk.  Annie, an old, toothless, milk maid came outside, her soiled skirt covering a long skirt, her ruddy complexion and red hands chaffed by the cold. “Annie, did you know the Americans landed on the moon?” my uncle asked. “Auch NOO cannot be!” she replied, “The moon ’‘tis but a latern!” He tried to explain but she just shook her head incredulously at the very idea.  I felt like I had a glimpse back in time and was fascinated by her response. I’ve never forgotten her.   - from Quora.com -  Margaret Yamasaki , Counselor in Private Practice. at Self-Employment (1994-present)

My mother had these on her mantle the entire time I lived there, and as a little kid I would stand on a chair and get up close to them and just stare at how pretty they were.  I was too scared to touch them. Update My mother sent these to me after I asked her to "put my name on them" (a very odd thing we've done in our family for generations that solidifies who gets what when someone dies.)  They were intended to be a birthday present. A few days before my birthday a box arrived with the return address of my deceased father.  He's been gone for 17 years and I'm still fucked up about it, so it destroyed my brain for about 3 days and I was an emotional and physical wreck.  Ahhh...gotta love a mother's "love." 

You asked.

Some t shirt somewhere.

The Bloggess

No explanation needed.

Look.  Let me have SOMETHING in life!

Who hides Adobo?

 -Random find that made me realize what kind of people my friends might try to introduce me to if I had any friends. I'd sniff out the fakers quick.

There was a surge in #WhyDidISayThat tweets after Jimmy Fallon asked viewers to get it trending.  This was one girl's response.  It resonated with me.

We lost the bag of kitty food for a few hours.  It was found in the dining room, still in the Walmart bag.  We are desperately trying to keep this cat from running away because he's amazing.  All of our amazing cats run away.  He's microchipped, fixed, up to date on his shots - and has gone through 5 personalized expensive collars. Carl taking over the dog's bedding.

Ran across it while browsing a very old friend's blog that I'm pretty sure they don't remember owning or they'd probably take it down.

My son told me about this show called The Goldbergs, and the mom is making the dad spend some time with his daughter so he can get to know her as a "teenager", not a little girl.  This was his the response to Daddy/Daughter "Day" suggestion the mom threw out to him.

Again. No words.

Oh good Lord.

But, I think I'm being funny a lot, actually. I wonder how long it's been since anyone has "gotten" one of my jokes, or if they look at me and quietly tilt their heads a bit before politely continuing with conversation?

I have no words.

Talking about how my dog was an "only dog" until my son moved in with his much younger dog.  Now our dog is exercising from playing with the new dog that she's lost weight.